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I am From; A She Loves Synchroblog

Today I am linking up with SheLoves Magazine. I just love them, all of them, all of the time. I love their heart, their open arms, their vision for the women of this world. I love the way they walk the walk before they ever talk the talk. I love the way they host link-ups like this so we can really get to know each other and talk about the things that matter.

This poem is an excercise I have done many times in the classroom with my students. They always turn out beautifully and they always surprise both the writer and the reader. I hope you do one even if you don’t have a blog. I hope you would be willing to share it with me.

“I Am From”

Adapted by Levi Romero; Inspired by “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon

I am from baked potatoes and sweet corn

From second-hand cars and homemade birthday cakes.

I am from the a small house on a big corner lot, where everyone who knew us knew where we hid the key.

I am from the huge oak tree in the front yard where we promised to meet in an emergency.

From the side yard dogwood grafted together long before we got there blooming both colors just in time for mother’s day and prom pictures beneath the pink and white cross-shaped blossoms.

I’m from hymns and advent candles and big brown eyes

from Easter sunrise service down by the river with a quilt a piece and the gospel choir there to keep us warm.

I’m from if it is really important to you, and if the library has a book on it we can probably figure it out.

I’m from you must be a Michael with those eyes and the famous France temper. The full names of us and all our cousins sung to us at night.

I’m from Words of LIFE! yelled in frustration and of course they can stay for dinner. I am from a table where there is always room for another chair

I’m from Hoosier country from all sides if you go back far enough. A place where truth and grace and welcome are as abundant as sweet corn in the middle of July.

15 thoughts on “I am From; A She Loves Synchroblog”

This is stunning. And that last line–whew: “A place where truth and grace and welcome are as abundant as sweet corn in the middle of July.” What a beautiful heritage you have … The trees, the key, the welcome. Thank you for sharing!

Very, very, cool. I might use it with my adult literacy classes, but would probably simplify it down to about 1/2 or 2/3 as many blanks to fill in. If you have already made a simplified version, please share with me. I won’t get to this too soon.